Martial Arts Super God Chat Group
Martial Arts Super God Chat Group Chapter 15
Song Qingshu sneered, and disappeared in place when he was steep.
The divine sword swung horizontally, invincible Jian Gang ignoring all obstacles.
Every time Song Qingshu cut out with a sword, more than three Mongolian soldiers must be killed.
In just a dozen breaths, the corpse spread all over the floor, and blood flowed into a river.
"His breath has weakened, haha, he's dead!"
"Attacking with all strength, how long can you hold on? Central Plains Wu Lin Zhongren, no!"
"Kill him, save the princess, we can all be promoted to the ranks!"
...
Song Qingshu stopped and gasped slightly.
This action seemed to be an understatement, but the morale of the Mongolian soldiers soared, as if they saw the hope of being promoted to the ranks.
One by one, they all rushed towards Song Qingshu.
Cang!
Jian Gang re-emerged, the sword was like a dragon, and three more Mongolian soldiers fell in a pool of blood.
Song Qingshu's breath became more unstable, and his body shook slightly.
It seems that as long as a few more blows are sent out, the true energy will be exhausted and be slaughtered.
One sword!
Two swords!
Three swords!
...
Eighteen swords!
Nineteen swords!
...
Thirty-five swords!
Thirty-six swords!
...
As time passed, the color of the sword gang on the Zhenwu sword became lighter and lighter, and the amount of sword energy became less and less.
More and more Mongolian soldiers fell under the sword of Song Qingshu.
Unconsciously, two or three hundred elite cavalrymen were killed by Song Qingshu, leaving only more than thirty people.
Song Qingshu's situation was also extremely bad, his face pale as paper, as if he would fall down at any time.
At this moment, in everyone's eyes.
Song Qingshu's shaky body is as stalwart as a big mountain.
insurmountable!
Chapter 21 Can you teach me to kill?
Song Qingshu was faltering at this time, like a reed, it seemed that as long as a bigger wind could blow him down.
However, more than 30 Mongolian elites on the opposite side seemed to be scared and afraid to take a step forward.
On the city wall, everyone looked at Song Qingshu's proud back, they were already dull.
Suddenly, Li Wuwang seemed to have thought of something and jumped off the wall without hesitation.
"His Royal Highness, you have done well enough, let's take care of the rest!"
Deng Wu'an and the three Mingjiao disciples also reacted and leaped off the city wall and ran towards Song Qingshu.
The five of them joined forces to deal with hundreds of Mongolians, but they were not able to catch them.
But at this time, only 30 of these Mongolians were killed, and they could completely replace Song Qingshu.
After all, Song Qingshu looks so weak now.
If the ship is really overturned in the gutter and the remaining 30 or 40 Mongolian soldiers are seriously injured or even killed, wouldn't it be a loss?
Soon, the five people came to Song Qingshu.
"Song Shaoxia, today you help me, I will never forget it."
One of the Mingjiao Volunteers handed his hands and said: "You step back and rest. Leave the remaining Mongolian dog thieves to us!"
"Yes, Song Shaoxia, don't force it. In case of loss of skill, any sequelae are not good."
"Leave a rest for a while, don't be brave!"
...
Seeing the five men around him, Song Qingshu's face suddenly sank: "Whatever you do here, give me back!"
Li Wuwang's eyes were full of tears: "You have done enough, you have done less."
"The Third Junior Brother and the Fifth Junior Brother Quanxia Youzhi will thank you. Don't hold on anymore."
Deng Wu'ai was so moved that his eyes were red: "There are 30 Mongolian dog thieves left. The five of us are enough to deal with it. If you have less head, don't hold on!"
Song Qingshu slapped Deng Wu'an on the forehead: "You guys join in the fun, if you scare away a Mongolian dog, see how I clean you up!"
At this moment, Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an were shocked.
It was because they saw that Song Qingshu's originally pale and bloodless face was quickly regaining its rosiness.
"Well, since you are down, then surround them!"
Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of horrified eyes, Song Qingshu slowly raised the Zhenwu sword, his eyes burst with unparalleled sharpness: "Don't let one go!"
Shouting!
Behind him, the phantom of the big day that was already dimmed, the light soared, exuding infinite terrible attraction.
Between heaven and earth, flying sand and rocks!
The endless terrifying aura almost condensed into a tornado vortex, poured into Song Qingshu's body.
Song Qingshu's originally weak aura was also rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The three-foot sword gang regrouped, even more solid and sharper than before.
Song Qingshu's body was straight in an instant, breathing out spiritual energy like a storm, qi and blood rushing like a river, exuding a more terrifying domineering power than at the beginning.
"He... he is pretending!"
"Impossible, how could his true anger recover so quickly!"
"He has never been weak. Does he want to kill us all?"
"This madman, he is not a human, he is a devil!"
"Run away!"
...
The remaining 30 Mongolian soldiers are not fools. By this time, wherever they dare to fight, they turned around and fled.
It's a pity that if hundreds of people had fled before, Song Qingshu would really have no move.
But now those Mongolian soldiers were deceived by Song Qingshu, and they fought bloody until there were only thirty people left, and they were surrounded by five people including Li Wuwang.
Under such circumstances, how could these completely fearful Mongolian soldiers escape?
Soon, more than 30 Mongolian soldiers fell in a pool of blood.
Some were beheaded by Li Wuwang and other five people, while others were broken by Song Qingshu and screamed on the ground.
Hundreds of Mongolian elites did not escape one!
"What a terrible opponent!"
On the city wall, Zhao Min looked at the blue shirt, a handsome man who looked like a pretty boy in the world, and the color of fear in his eyes became more intense.
A dignified genius with invincible power and sword intent, he should have been defiant and extremely proud.
But Song Qingshu actually pretended to be weak and dragged all hundreds of Mongolian elites to death.
Even Zhao Min had to marvel at this kind of scheming.
What shocked Zhao Min more was the speed at which Song Qingshu's true energy recovered.
In just a few breaths, all the true qi and physical strength that have been consumed can be restored. What does it mean?
This means that Song Qingshu can fight almost endlessly like perpetual motion machines.
In a war, no matter if it is a few hundred people or a few thousand people, there are only a dozen or so people who can really meet each other shortly.
In previous battles with martial arts people, the Mongolian elite soldiers relied on numbers, abruptly exhausting the martial arts spirit and dragging them to death.
But Song Qingshu's performance today has completely erased this possibility.
He can kill two or three hundred people without damage today, so if two or three thousand people besieged him tomorrow, the result will not change.
If Song Qingshu's practice has no other restrictions, unless a real master is used.
Otherwise, no matter how many ordinary elite soldiers besieged him, he would only be consumed to death.
A person with such a scheming, at the same time possesses such incredible combat power and resilience.
At this moment, Song Qingshu's weight in Zhao Min's heart became unparalleled.
"He is demonstrating with me and warning the court."
Zhao Min is so clever, he immediately understood Song Qingshu's thoughts.
"If the imperial court kills Wudang, he will kill three thousand Yuan soldiers."
Zhao Min muttered to himself: "Even Zhang Sanfeng may not be able to do this threat, but he can really do it."
"More importantly, he is only the second day after tomorrow. If he waits for him to be promoted to Xiantian..."
Looking at Song Qingshu walking towards the city, Zhao Min felt a chill and made a decision.
Wudang, Song Qingshu!
Unless those few return to the Central Plains, they absolutely cannot provoke them!
...
boom!
The city gate opened, and Song Qingshu appeared in front of the town residents with a long sword in his hand.
What came into view was a group of people with panic and fear, many of them shivering and looking very sad.
"Most of the Mongols have been killed by me."
Song Qingshu's voice eased a little: "There are still more than a dozen hand and leg muscles that I have broken, which are for you. If anyone wants to vent their anger, they can leave the city at any time."
silence!
Those townspeople had obviously not recovered from their previous state, and no one responded at this time.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Finally, a little girl who was about five years old, dressed in tattered little clothes and braids, was the first to stand up from the crowd.
She walked to Song Qing's writing and stared at Song Qingshu earnestly, her expression extremely complicated.
She clenched her fists, her voice was three-point fear, three-point hesitation, and four-point hatred, and finally turned into very firm.
"Big brother, you..."
"Can you teach me to kill?"
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